Andrea Dietrich Poet Shape

Mirror of Memories

Whose face stares back at me
from this strangely shaped mirror?
Where could I be? I do not have a mirror
that looks like this. Am I that lady in the mirror?
I touch my eyes. The woman in the mirror touches hers.
I blink my eyes. The lady in the mirror is blinking her eyes too.
It must be me, but my hair is so white! What happened to my lovely hair?
My locks of gold brown, warm as a summer day. Why is my hair so thin now?
Why am I here at this strange mirror? Where am I? This isn't my house, is it?  
Our mirror looks much different. It's in the tiny bathroom of my large family.
We all live in a small grey house. Eight children. Yes, there are eight of us!
My mom is so pretty with her long red hair. How I miss her. Is she here? 
I cry "Mom"; a woman in white comes to the door . She’s not my mom!
She is a nurse! Oh, no. Am I sick in a hospital with pneumonia again? 
I touch my eyes. The lady in the mirror touches hers. how is this me?
The nurse, near a strange sink, wets a wash cloth. She's now softly 
dabbing at my mouth. She says my daughter is coming. What does 
she mean? I’m a young girl. I’m not this lady in the mirror. How 
can I have a daughter? My sisters and I are still young. None 
of us are married. I miss them so much. Is Mom at work?
Mom is a nurse, but not this nurse standing next to me. 
Now a pretty lady stands by the door "Hi, Mom," she 
says, "I'm Angela, your daughter." How can this be?
I’m not married. I shake my head no and the lady 
in the mirror does too. Niether of us knows this
sweet lady whose eyes now fill with tears!


Written November 20, 2017

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Funom Makama December 5, 2015 at 9:07 AM What a lovely poem! Spectacular and mind romancing. A 7 and an excellent share

Daver Austin November 29, 2015 at 12:44 PM A glimpse into the future perhaps? I'm so thick. Did I read the poem right? Whatever. This is a super write with a strong touch of shivering mystery. Love it. Love you too. daver

Alexis Y. November 28, 2015 at 8:38 PM WoW! This piece deserved the top spot. You captured the feeling of some one who didn't recognize themself really well. Excellent job! Congratulations on your 1st place win:-) Alexis 7

Skat A November 28, 2015 at 2:43 PM Hi Andrea, I'm guessing the shape is a mirror, Congratulations on your well-deserved win in Tammy's contest. <3 ForEver SKAT

Genevieve Mika-Stevens November 27, 2015 at 12:34 PM Great poem...and the outline projected by your words, quite fitting. Somehow..don't know why... reminded me of Nancy Reagan talking in an interview about how her husband was at a friends, looking at his fishtank that had a plastic replica of the Whitehouse sitting upon the rock gravel and said, "What is that building there , it looks kind of familiar"...they say he couldn't remember anything about his life.

DM Babbit November 27, 2015 at 12:11 PM Vongrats Andrea, well written, well deserved.

Pandita Sietesantos November 27, 2015 at 9:07 AM Congratulations on your top of the podium win, Andie, with this masterpiece! Well-deserved, my friend! Pandita

Punnia Viswan Bhatia November 27, 2015 at 4:30 AM Congrats on the win andrea..god bless :)

Beautiful Scars November 27, 2015 at 12:05 AM Wow Andrea amazing win! *smiles* -lu

Tammy Reams November 26, 2015 at 10:33 PM Congrats on your 1st place win Andrea! I loved the write and the shape! Thank you for entering into my contest. Hugs to you and Happy Thanksgiving.

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis November 25, 2015 at 12:12 PM Good luck for a piece wonderfully penned. What cool way of thinking in dimensions.

James Inman November 24, 2015 at 9:00 PM Incredible write Andrea.

Kayod5 Kayode November 23, 2015 at 4:24 AM You have eventually anatomised alhzeimer Andrea and this is excellent,kudos for a Job well done and goodluck in the contest...hugs

Connie Marcum Wong November 23, 2015 at 3:11 AM I felt very sad reading this and thinking of one of my dearest friends who I was close to for 45 years. She is slipping away and thinks I am Janet when she speaks to me. It breaks my heart. Your poem expresses well this feeling of loss and of being lost Andrea.

Charmaine Chircop November 23, 2015 at 12:53 AM This desease is one of the worst in my opinion..especially for those loved ones who support people with such condition. I am so touched by your words Andrea.Such a nice shape too.

Robert Lindley November 22, 2015 at 10:24 PM My uncle had it and died from it. A darkness invades and is unrelenting. It grows and has no mercy, no standards except to send our most treasured memories into oblivion. A BLACK DOOR RISES... Great write my friend. A7.

Lindsay Laurie November 22, 2015 at 9:00 PM G'day Andrea... the shape of your poem drew me in, and as usual your lines within the shape are a powerful message and solemn on a topic that affects so many families - thank you Andrea - Lindsay

Paul Callus November 22, 2015 at 12:57 PM Memory games...confusion...conflicting states of mind...all together leading to dementia's cruel reign. A stage in life that I dread! You make all this sound so real, Andrea, as if it's being played right in front of our eyes. excellent! // paul

Carrie Richards November 22, 2015 at 11:47 AM Wow, very thought provoking! It is as if I am hearing the random waves of the conscious and unconscious thoughts that we all have from time to time! These are things I often ponder when my mind is in a whirlwind..(quite often in fact) ! Well done, Andrea. And thanks very much for my placement in the 2nd Food challenge!!!

Richard Lamoureux November 22, 2015 at 10:14 AM A very effective emotional piece. I have watched this disease first hand so I so relate to this write. Bravo Andrea.

Bl Devnath November 22, 2015 at 10:08 AM A mirror of different memories, sometimes we forget the past and when we try to memorize something of the past, we miss something to catch that thing exactly and become confused. Memories are like the images in mirror. As the mirror becomes old image's seen obscured and sometimes confused with that. Life bears like that. Beautiful expression on memories. 7 sure for this wonderful poem my lovely friend. Loved always,bl

CayCay Godwin November 22, 2015 at 6:53 AM This especially touches me because my maternal Grandmother resorted to a child, not knowing even my Mom. She thought she was at home, caring for her father. It is a great write, Andrea - you walked in the right shoes mentally to get the perfect words ... CayCay

Matthew Anish November 21, 2015 at 11:34 PM You tell a sad tale with this shape poem. "The last of life for which the first was made" - Browning I think. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Jennifer Walker November 21, 2015 at 4:22 PM Very thought provoking and you have me crying. The shape looks like an ornament, at least to me. But I guess it's an octagon like the mirror you were writing about.

Jack Horne November 21, 2015 at 3:32 PM love this thought provoking write, my friend - looks great in the shape too

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